Fantasy: Me! Start To Create Tianji Pavilion!

The ancient Chen family, one of the aristocratic families with the deepest heritage in the wild land, is not weaker than the Ice Profound Sect.

If Su Yu builds a list of reckless forces, he will definitely be able to rank in the top ten.

Chen Beixuan still left without hesitation.

This was the only way he could get rid of Heart's Demon, and he couldn't avoid it.

Looking at Chen Beixuan's back, Su Yu turned to look in the direction of Bing Xuanzong.

"With Beixuan's foot strength, it will take about four days to reach the Chen family, Bing Yuanzi should be over."

Although he was in the Tianji Pavilion, he couldn't get out of the range of two hundred miles.

But with a secret secret in his hand, it is not a problem to deal with an ancient Chen family.

...

Time flickered, and three days passed.

Outside the Ice Profound Sect, a long and dark river broke through the air, and the void was distorted wherever it passed, and even the sunlight was swallowed up.

On the long river, an old man in a black robe came by boat with his hands behind him, overlooking the ice and snow world below.

This old man is the old man of Styx in the mouth of the ancestor of the sword god, a strong man in the god hidden realm.

"Huh, dignified Sacred Land, it's a shame that you can't even protect your own spirit treasure!"

The old man Styx snorted coldly, his eyes full of contempt.

He naturally knew that the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land was using him as a spearman, but since he could obtain the Nether Profound Ice Marrow, he could bear it.

"A Sect who doesn't even have the Divine Tibetan Realm can pull his teeth out of a tiger's mouth. It's really interesting!"

"The old man wants to see, what is this Ice Profound Sect relying on!"

Having said that, the old man Stygian thought, and the long river rushed out at his feet, rushing directly towards the Bing Xuanzong.

High spirits!

...

Rumble!

However, just as the long river at the foot rushed into the Ice Profound Sect, a deafening dragon roar suddenly exploded.

In an instant, countless dragon souls rose into the sky from all directions, flooding the whole world.

A series of formation patterns suddenly lit up, flowing in the void, exuding a terrifying air of killing.

Roar!

Ten thousand dragon souls roared and roared, staggered and intertwined, crowded with the sky.

The endless Longwei carried on his body flooded the whole world.

In such scenes, anyone who sees them will have their legs weakened and can't help turning around and fleeing.

The power of the dragon is like a vast ocean, surging endlessly.

Just the overflowing breath, directly tore and evaporate the dark long river at the feet of the old man of Styx.

"Damn it!"

The dark river exploded under his feet, and the old man Styx's complexion changed drastically, and he said in amazement:

"Formation? When did the Ice Xuanzong have such a terrifying formation?"

This breath, the formation's rank, is the weakest and the saint rank!

How can a Sect that doesn't even have the Divine Hidden Realm possess a Saint-level formation?

"Could it be the conspiracy of the Heavenly Sword Sacred Land? With the hands of the Ice Profound Sect, you want to kill me?"

The old man of Styx turned his mind sharply, and his figure exploded back, trying to escape the formation first.

However, this is a holy formation, so how can he come and leave if he wants?

"It's careless!"

Patriarch Styx looked extremely ugly.

Formation can be different from human beings. As long as the Spiritual Qi is abundant, it can continue to operate, with unlimited murder.

But if a person falls into the formation and cannot break before the Spiritual Qi is exhausted, they can only be reduced to fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered by others!

Roar!

Because of the intrusion of the old man of Styx, the overwhelming dragon soul seemed to have found the target of venting, and came roaring and killing.

Wherever they went, dragon souls continued to join, eventually converging into a pitch-black dragon, as if together with Nether and The Mortal Realm.

The overflowing power is extremely terrifying, and has surpassed the Realm of the Gods, enough to kill Sage!

Wanlong galloping, coming from the soul.

"Am I... going to die here?"

The old man of Styx swallowed, his face pale, and a sense of powerlessness surged into his heart.

Facing the killing of the Saint-level formation, the strength of the Divine Hidden Realm is like a stone falling into the sea, unable to stir even a single ripple.

Who would have thought, why a Sect that doesn't even have a Divine Tibetan Realm would have such a terrifying formation?

And since there is such a powerful formation, why doesn't the Ice Profound Sect show up in the wild land?

boom!

In an instant, the huge dragon soul slayed in front of the old man of Styx, like a sickle of the god of death, already placed on his neck.

And just when the old man of Styx thought he was going to die, a joking voice sounded from his ears:

"The fellow daoist Styx is so elegant, come to my Ice Xuanzong to stop by, why don't you say it in advance?"

After the voice fell, the terrifying dragon soul suddenly disappeared, turning into a breeze, and blowing across the face of the old man in Styx.

Bing Yuanzi stepped into the air, with his hands behind him, his heart was surging.

He returned to the Ice Profound Sect three days ago, and while waiting for the arrival of the people in the senior's mouth, he refined the Netherworld Profound Ice Marrow.

Sure enough, three days later, someone indeed came to the door.

Moreover, the Saint Level formation given by the senior is really terrifying, and the strong in the Divine Hidden Realm does not even have the power to fight back. I am afraid that Sage is here, and if he is not careful, he will hate it.

Bing Yuanzi stood in the void, looking down at the old man of Styx, with a majestic bearing.

It's just that he didn't expect that the person in senior's mouth turned out to be the old man of Styx?

As the murderous intent dissipated all around, the old man of Styx breathed a long sigh of relief, and a feeling of resurrection emerged in his heart.

Turning his head hard, the old man of Styx met Bing Yuanzi's gaze with a gloomy expression.

However, when he felt the breath of Bing Yuanzi's body, his pupils shrank.

"You...have opened up the gods to hide?"

Bing Yuanzi waved his sleeves and smiled faintly: "Thanks to a certain senior, I just opened up the gods yesterday!"

How can this be?

Bing Yuanzi has only stepped into the peak of Transcends Tribulation in less than five years, how can he open up the gods so quickly?

Back then, it took me five thousand years and a lifetime of nine deaths to open up the gods!

"Stay fellow daoist came here without announcement, so why?"

Seeing the horror on the old man's face, Bing Yuanzi was very satisfied and asked loudly.

"Old man..."

The old man Styx had a tone of voice.

He originally came for the Nether Profound Ice Marrow, and he was even more ready to make a fuss about the Ice Profound Sect.

But after personally experiencing the Saint-level formation of the Ice Profound Sect, this thought was completely extinguished.

At the moment, the old man of Styx immediately changed his mouth, smiling and tentatively asking: "I haven't seen the ice fellow daoist for a long time, but I didn't want to get into the killing formation by mistake."

"I remember that before, the Ice Profound Sect did not have such a terrifying killing array, right?"

Bing Yuanzi could naturally hear the meaning behind this sentence, but he never concealed the meaning. He made a series towards Tianji Pavilion and said lightly:

"Thanks to the gift from the senior, I just barely protected Sect!"

Barely... Barely?

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched fiercely.

A holy formation is also called Mian Qiang when it is the guardian formation?

In the entire wild land, only the two transcendent Sacred Lands have such a handwriting.

However, the old man Styx's complexion remained unchanged, posing a puzzled look, and asked:

"That senior? What does the ice fellow daoist mean?"

"this……"

Bing Yuanzi's complexion was stagnant, and his face was distressed.

Seeing Bing Yuanzi's face, the old man Styx was itching in his heart, but he couldn't show it.

"Fellow daoist, Styx, this is the relationship between you and me. I told you that you must not talk to others."

Bing Yuanzi said in a low voice.

"That senior is... the pavilion master of Tianji Pavilion!"

"Su Yu!"

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